Been too long since a Moment of Joy penetrated my shell, but it happened this morning.
During workout class, with all of us on the floor doing some sort of exercise, in walks a dog with the owner of the biz.
Dogs love it when people get down on the floor with them, and here was a whole room full of people on the floor.
The pooch was overjoyed at the sight and went to visit every one of us with wiggles and slurps.
This was my most recent Moment of Joy which I owe to the pooch, but I suspect that my joy barely compares with the doggy’s joy.
Which is why we love them: dogs are so easily and so often living in a state of pure joy.